
The end of the month is an event where all the officials of Y.A grop held discussions to advance the company.all the CEOs of subsidiaries langsuang submit their reports to Sandi. How the company has progressed in a month.
Spacious room with AC, as well as interior design room that seems luxurious and elegant. Right upstairs that's like a courtroom. Salalu felt tense for no apparent reason.The main reason was only one. Defend each other's lives and jobs. Everyone here stands out, says whatever achievements they have achieved in the past month, and shows the company precedent that they are the best people entitled to this position. No one is exempt.
Ahh, there is someone who stands like a statue next to the precedent like a puppy who obeys his master. And people who wouldn't work other than doing what Sandi said.who else if not Ken.
PRANKKKK
the voice of flattery and lick sentences licked each other that were originally heard, lost in each saliva.
Sandi threw a pile of reports that had been stacked in front of him. Reports that he had corrected each and every report and always got a pen to mengueh each report.
"that's what you call a report? huh!!!" the screams of Sandi echoed throughout the room. No one dared to make a sound other than holding their breath choked in their respective throats.
that voice is the first and last resort not to fight what the password says.
"hi, manager Anan!"
"yes sir"
"did you give me the money I gave you ?"
the hand of the old woman was already trembling with fear.did not puff up or answer.
"YOU MOVE!!!!"
"excuse me sir, forgive me. I will not repeat the same mistake forgive me sir" trying to pity until he was kneeling in front of Sandi.
" sorry? you think that's what I want to hear from you huh"
"sa me" his voice choked in the throat.
"huftt, seven hundred million is indeed small to me. You think the nominal problem. Your responsibilities I'm asking you here, where's the money? you're trying to trick me with this junk report?"
plaques.
sandi threw it right in front of the woman's face.
everyone could only see, what could they do? seeing this action alone made them not dare to sigh.
"all of you, rewrite this report.create this report all the original ones.do not occasionally give this trash report to me again!!!"
Sandi stood up from her seat and stepped out. "if you want to live comfortably, do your job properly.I'll wait for your report in three hours, understand!!" continued.
"ba good sir" they answered in unison.
The password that Ken's secretary followed finally walked away from the room that had started to calm down somewhat.Their departure was when they took a deep breath.
..............
"Ken"
"yes young master?"
"is there any news?"
secretary Ken grinned confusedly. Trying to figure out what his master meant.
"that woman" he said.
ahh, Kanisa again
"already sir, in three more months he will return to his homeland because he terminated his contract in three months"
"oh" Sandi has arrived in front of her room. Before entering he looked towards the female pre-secretary neatly lined up to greet him. "prepare coffee" he said.
"Ken, you go to the contraction branch.check where they work"
he returned to his room and left Ken alone, bowing his body.
Password walks to her work, she opens a drawer and picks up a map Ken gave her a few weeks ago.
"when you can live well if you are on my side.why choose a path that makes things difficult for yourself" he mumbled.
Slowly he opened the map. There is a photo of a beautiful woman with straight hair and long black.His face is seen using imported clothes. Become the main portrait in fashion magazine.
"if you want, I'll buy the brand you're holding now"
*tings
a notification reads from his phone.
It is no stranger to him, what else if not the taking of money through check. If not the mistress who else. Comforter woman he used to use every time feeling frustrated.at a club.
"huft, if bagini continues I will never feel happy." he murmured softly.
He closed the map again and put it back in his desk drawer.
rrrrt, drett.
Hp Password shook, a call came in by displaying the name of someone he had been avoiding all along.
no, his face was already upset before he even raised the call.
"Sandi how are you, son?" after raising the call, there came the voice of a middle-aged woman who already sounded weak in her ears.
the boy? he still doesn't know himself
"just get to the point. How much to transfer?"
"it's not about money son, but mam want to meet you. You can meet with mama when? we've never met again, have we?"
Sandi sighed harshly, this time the conversation must have been where. Meet up? with her? Even remembering it is disgusting. And he wants to meet?.
Pranks
Sandi threw her HP in any direction. ignored the person across there who was calling her name. And back in stride with a pile of documents in front of him.
Tok, Tok
the knock on the door made his mood worse.
"just interrupt. get in!!"
"sir, there are people who want to meet you" a female secretary walked in elegantly.
his forehead grinned. "who?"
"mrs Ritha"
"ooh, get him in"
Bebeeapa then, enter a beautiful woman with firm and elegant steps.
"long time no password, how are you?" he gave a greeting of the left and right cheek peckers.
"well, you just came?"
"yes, just arrived yesterday"
"what are you here for" they're now walking towards the sofa.
"prepare for a drink" she asked the woman's secretary.
"mmmmm. I heard Kanisa's two months back. What's your plan?"
"what's his business with you?" Start discussing the most sensitive words.
"of course it has something to do with me. You don't want revenge? Although he was my best friend, but men's business has no word of friendship, right?"
Sandi looked at Ritha not like it.
"You know about how I feel about her. Using me for your revenge, you think I'm stupid?" his face was already sour looking at Ritha.
"hahaha I was just kidding. Why are you taking that seriously? hahaha"
Ritha tried to melt the tense atmosphere between the two of them.
"joking you said, even if you have a strategy to get rid of kanisa is also free. Because he's been out a long time"
"i'm married"
Prankkk